Page 8 of Whisper

After tossing the supplies on the bed, I work on getting my jeans off, basking in the adoration in his gaze. I tug them down, revealing the black lace panties I’m wearing, and Whisper’s reaction is exactly what I hoped it would be.

His lips part as his eyes heat and he says, “Fuck.”

I do a little twirl so he can see all of me, then slide the panties off too. My cock springs forward, heavy with need and already leaking.

Biting my bottom lip, I stalk forward, kneeling in front of him to unbutton his jeans while I admire his bare torso. He looks strong without being overly muscular, his chest dotted with a few moles and a light dusting of dark hair. His nipples are dark and hard, and I desperately want to suck them into my mouth.

Once I’ve got his jeans open, he lifts his hips to help me tug them down, and as his briefs go too, his cock is revealed and my stomach flutters. Oh fuck yeah. I was hoping he was packing, but not too much. I’m no size queen. I want to feel it but not get my insides rearranged. He’s decently long and the girth is gonna give the perfect stretch.

I run my hand over his dick and smile as it twitches. “You’re perfect.”

Whisper doesn’t say anything as he watches me. I guess I’ll have to be the talkative one.

“Scoot up onto the bed more.”

He does it, watching me with intense eyes. I straddle him and crush our mouths together again. He responds, just as hungry as I am, and we tangle ourselves together, our cocks rubbing as we kiss.

I roll us over so that I’m on top, then grab the lube bottle, slick my fingers, and get to work on my hole.

Whisper’s lips part as he grunts, “Want to see.”

I can do that.

I twist around so that my hole is just above his face and he can watch me fingering myself to get ready for him. He kneads my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and knowing he’s watching like this makes my cock even harder.

“Isn’t it nice?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah.”

“I’ve been waiting for you, Whisper. No one’s fucked me since I first saw you.”

He moans, massaging my ass more. While I work on my hole, I lick a stripe up the length of his cock, sucking the tip into my mouth.

“Fuck, Blush.”

My ego blooms. I love the power of bringing a man to his knees. It’s such a high making a man want me like this.

“Fuck, your hole is pretty.”

His words send a shiver of need through me, and I clench around two of my fingers. “I’m so tight too. You’re gonna love fucking me. I promise.”

Whisper moans, pumping his hips, but I don’t suck him this time. He needs to want me so bad he fucks me into the mattress.

“Ooh, I think I’m almost ready for this gorgeous dick. You want to fuck me, Whisper?”

“Yessss,” he hisses.

“I want that too.”

I make a show of pulling my fingers out and clenching my hole, then I reach across the mattress for the condom, tearing it open with my teeth and flipping around so I can get it on him.

“We’ll just pretend there’s nothing between us,” I murmur, sliding it down his length. “Can you imagine what it would be like to fuck me raw, Whisper?”

He nods, his eyes already blissed out, lips parted.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, gorgeous. I’m gonna climb on this and get you inside me. I want to feel where you were for days after this. Once we’re both adjusted, I want you to fuck me like you hate me. I want you to be so rough with me it scares you. So don’t hold back, huh?”

“You’re unreal,” he says softly.